Summer draws to an end. The garden is tired, ready to be put to bed. Or maybe, I am tired of the garden and ready to be done with the chores….
A last hurray for the rose bush. I will have to keep my eye on it; the beetles that devour the blossoms have been rampant this summer. I learned to sneak up on them and cut them in half, quickly, with the pruning shears. “Take that, beast!“
The cleomes drop their seeds indiscriminately, so there will be crowds of them again next summer. The bad thing is, they are huge by fall, and the thorns on their stems make them difficult to pull out. Wear gloves for sure with this fall chore.
This miniature fuchsia will not survive the winter; another will have to be planted next spring.
The pond will have to emptied soon, and the fairy taken indoors. Last winter she was blown over in a storm and broke her arm. The fish will have to come in the house, too. We don’t want any fishsicles!
Terra is watching for the first frost, so her allergies go away and she can stop gnawing on her legs and feet.
In a few weeks I hope to have acclimated to my new position. In a few weeks I hope to have my work in progress retyped, after losing the hard drive it was saved on. In a few weeks I will be back to blog writing and visiting and commenting with blog friends. Living in the moment, but something to look forward to.